Take my hand

 I want to run away

And find the last train

Turn around, turn around 

You say

But I can only run my way

Mindlessly free

Rising like a sea

Endlessly

You shout my name

And I will barely hear

But take my hand 

And I will feel...

Reviews

[EILEEN McGUINNESS]

Nice poem and excellent title, i love anything to do with hands they are my two little friends,my companions in life HELEN AND HARRIET
I face a similar predicament to you in this poem needing to run out, with my partner in my case who is driving me in to the cold ground at this rate i will be dead by the time i reach 50 such is the boredom threshold being breached i am at breaking point and need release please prey for me to find the strength to leave.